Saturday 28 November 2015

Dance, Tom, Dance!

A few years ago someone at Sadler's Wells Theatre in London had the brilliant idea of creating a whole modern dance show based on the music of Thomas Adès.   Courtesy of the enterprising White Light Festival, that same show was presented in New York this November at City Center.   All the music was performed live, with Adès performing on piano and conducting the Orchestra of St. Lukes.  As a concert alone this would have been a memorable event; done with choreography it was even more special.  In fact, you could go to see the dance with the music, and go again just to hear the music.

Which is what I did (though I did have eyes for the dance both times).  (Vera went to the first show.)

The absolute highlight of the program was Vancouver-based Crystal Pite's "Polaris", set to the orchestral score of the same name.   This piece featured 66 dancers dressed in black; they filled up the entire stage. Pite worked at times like a sculptor, creating moving masses of undulating bodies. Huge groups of bodies gathered in clumps, dispersed into chaos, and then suddenly stopped in a striking new formation.  Sometimes they looked liked rows of  dominos falling.  The lighting design was equally amazing; sometimes all you saw was 66 pairs of illuminated hands.    The whole thing felt a little like some kind of science fiction/ post-apocalyptic scenario.   The music is somewhat atypical for Adès; clear lines in the brass predominated, and the music had an almost heroic, epic feel to it.  There were brass instruments scattered around the hall, as well.    At first hearing it seemed bombastic, like a film score for a Hollywood epic; much less so on the second hearing.   In both performances the audience response was tremendously enthusiastic;  they should really try to mount this elsewhere, it's a real crowd pleaser in the best sense.  A truly memorable experience.

Some pictures from the web, though none of them can convey the feeling of seeing so many dancers move on stage.









The Piano Quintet is a fascinating piece.  It's written in sonata form, with a repeat of the exposition no less.   It is also fiendishly complex rhythmically; one section I noticed in the score had the piano playing in septuplets filling  ⅗  bars while the strings are playing quintuplets in 4/4 bars. (Sorry for the details, non-musicians!)   Not the kind of rhythm you might write if you were composing a piece for dancers to count!  It also constantly evokes the sounds and textures of classical piano quintets, but in very different contexts.   Christopher Whitley's choreography, set on three dancers, seemed rather subservient to the music, which in fact was not a bad thing, as it clearly outlined the large scale structures of the piece.   Balanchine, of course, was famous for saying that the purpose of the choreography in some of his pieces was to simply illustrate the music, but it takes a choreographer who is also a virtuoso musician to sometimes make this work.  But I did feel that the choreography added to the experience of the music.

Karol Armitage's piece "Life Story" was set to a song for soprano and piano, using a Tennessee Williams text about two first night together post-coital lovers getting to know each other.  Essentially, the two dancers on stage were competing with a live singer and a text;  I found it hard to focus on the dancers; instead both my eyes and ears were drawn to the singer.

The first piece on the program was choreographed by Wayne McGregor to the Violin Concerto.   This is one of Adès's most typically complex scores;  McGregor's choreography does not intend to explore the musical details of the score, but instead creates a kind of emotional counterpoint to the music.   I found the movement interesting, but not particularly illuminating, though I can imagine a dance oriented person would have been more excited.   The music is dense and intricate; my ears demanded all the attention.


Alastair Macaulay, the musically sensitive dance critic for the NY Times,  thought that the choreography for the program as a whole was not worthy of the complexity and sophistication of Adès's music.   While I agree with him in some ways, I do think that it is an almost impossible task to create a choreography which would perfectly mirror the complexity of the music.  Macaulay, I think,  is thinking of the Balanchine-Stravinsky masterpieces, the likes of which we may never see again.    The thing that surprised me as a whole, though, is actually how well Adès's music actually works with dance, especially given that none of it was conceived for dance.


Speaking of complexity, the next night we went to hear the music of Mr. Complexity himself, Elliot Carter.   The Juilliard Quartet was playing his first string quartet.  Performances of Carter's music have become quite rare now after his death three years ago, now that the novelty of the 103 year prodigy creating new pieces has worn off.   The first string quartet, composed in 1951, is when Carter became Carter, the composer of complexity.  The performance was a knockout, played with great intensity and commitment.  Carter's innovation during this period was to have each player play with very independent lines and rhythms; we don't hear ensemble playing, but rather four different parts that often clash with each other.   Hearing the quartet live really brought out the independence of each player's part; I was totally involved for every minute of the quartet's 45 minute length.  Hearing the Carter right after a sustained exposure to Adès was revelatory.    While both write music of complexity, Adès enjoys references to all kinds of musical styles, while Carter seems to write very deliberately without the even slightest reference to any traditional melodic or rhythmic sonorities.

The program also began with Schubert's "Quartetsatz"  (not Haydn!) and concluded with a sensuous and very expressive rendition of Debussy's string quartet, which normally is played with a more mellow, "impressionist' kind of character.




Lulu

We went to hear the opera "Lulu" at the Met in the new production by the artist William Kentridge.   This is one of my favorite operas.  In graduate school I took a seminar on it, and spent many months totally absorbed in the manifold mysteries of the score.  It has been a long time since I heard it, though.   It was stunning.   Hearing Berg's music performed live by an orchestra of the caliber of the Met orchestra was a revelation, especially knowing all the melodies so well.    The opera really works with leitmotifs; every character and idea has a tune.   It is also what Adès calls a "symphony opera".  The music is extremely fast and dense at times, and at other times it is very Mahlerian.  Anthony Ross in the New Yorker quotes Adorno as saying that Berg's music is like Schoenberg's and Mahler's played at the same time.   The singers were excellent, and the Lulu, Marlis Petersen, was truly extraordinary, singing what must be one of the most difficult roles in the repertory.  Though I really hope that some day I have the chance to hear Barbara Hannigan in the role (she has done it in Brussels already).
Of course, the big news in the case of a new production is the new production.   I have to say that I really didn't like the production, though it has received almost unanimous praise from the critics.   My chief problem was the sensory overload; the sets have constantly changing video projections and animations that often detract from and dwarf the action on stage.  There is also a mime figure who is constantly moving around on stage.  I had no idea what purpose she served.  People are putting paper masks on their heads, and then taking them off when they have to sing. Very distracting!  Interestingly, Kentridge himself discussed this problem in an interview, admitting:

"All opera is about excess in its very nature, and, it's true of this production in particular, when you're in the opera house you've got an overload"

Well, that is one solution; if you have a musical score and libretto which is overloaded, then create a mise en scene that is overloaded too.  It's the kitchen sink approach (everything but). This image gives you an idea of what it looked like.  Imagine that projected images in the background are shifting all the time, and note the mime in the lower right hand corner who is also gyrating constantly while seated at a piano.  And you really want to be focusing on the characters and what they are singing.


Admittedly, the projections are stunning; but it was all too much for me.   I also had issues with the painting of Lulu, which is being created in the first scene, and is thereafter mentioned in the libretto when it shows up in later scenes; it is intended to show the image of the original Lulu in contrast to the constant degradation her character suffers during the course of the opera.   There was no visible painting, and when it is referenced in the libretto, a very small brown paper is used to represent it.   (I am beginning to sound like a crotchety old reviewer!).   One final complaint.  At the devastating end of the opera, when everyone is lying dead on stage and the music has incredible intensity, we suddenly get a large title projected on stage "Der Tanz is aus"  i.e. "The dance is over".   Well, duh!   Why does Kentridge need to inject his text into that extraordinary moment when the music is so intense and profound?
End of rant, but I could go on with many other examples of things that bothered me.  Fortunately, I was able to focus on the singers and the music (the acting was very good as well, and I give Kentridge credit for that) and the projections stayed away from my conscious perception.

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One final note.  This opera was written 80 years ago, and is, I think, still more shocking than anything being written today.   Murder, greed, depravity, lust, etc.; it's all there.  The character of Lulu is in many ways unfathomable, an endlessly complex enigma that allows no solutions.   And in the end (spoiler!) everyone is murdered.   And Berg's music is fully expressive of all these qualities, from the decadent and sensual saxophone melodies to the grand Mahlerian orchestral climaxes, it's all there in the music. Wow!